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Writers Life (The struggle is real)

A blog about blogging and writing and I have been sitting here for 15 minutes thinking how to start this. I mean here is the first thing in the struggle. Great ideas come up when no were near a pad of paper or my laptop. I had a million witty ways to start this and now nothing! When I crawl into bed at night, I could write chapters as they run through my head, make improvements and changes on what I am working on. Then drift off and the next morning no memory of what I was thinking. Same thing in the shower or at work. My solution I came up with was from Disney when I wanted to review things. Put notes in my phone, how did we get along without them?? Phones I mean.

Time, it seriously needs to slow down. My week days don't change much. Up at 6 go to work at 7 come home at 5. Spend an hour making dinner, then eat and visit for an hour or 2 so now it is 8 PM. So if I wanna read or what some TV or play a game this is the chance. And then its bed time. SO I either need there to be more time in a day OR to be able to slow it down somehow. Now I know people will say re arrange my priorities. Ya Ya I know I should and maybe I ain't making it as a writer because I am putting things off but really why can I must have more hours in a day!

A.D.D or more correctly too many ideas floating around in my dome! I have wanted to write all my life. It started with fantasy after a teacher read our class the Hobbit. As I grew up and learned about the 5 families in NY or the Hells Angels it also became crime drama and with Silence of Lambs mystery or thriller. The point is they are all still floating around up in my noggin. Grade six I thought up a fantasy story. I remember keeping it in a blue doutang, another classmate did art for it. Nothing ever came of it but from it sprang 3 fantasy ideas and I still think about them. I have scribblers full of notes on those stories. Next came a comic idea. Modern fantasy / horror. An old roommate was going to do the art, that feel apart but the series still creeps in my mind. BUT then it comes to the now. I have this blog, which I like to write even if no one reads. Along with that i have 6 story ideas I am working on in various stages. So at any point in time my mind is gone in 10 different worlds. Also I woke up with a children's book idea in my mind. I am working on this. I promise myself for now only working on 2 things to make them strong and well written rather than a dozen half assed ideas.

I hit writers block, seriously I had a few more points to make but bam that fucking block hit!

A place to write. Every one has an "office" at home it seems like. In general what do you do in that office, NOTHING!!! Unless of course you have a home based business, then maybe you do something useful in there. Do you think I could write in there? No and not because it is a cluttered mess but because the mess makes me wonder what is in there? I can see 2 scribblers with random ideas, I am tempted to look but I know it will get me off track. So I move to the bar between the kitchen and the living room. The stools have a nice back, they are comfy and my fiance is watching some crappy show I have no interest in, so I should be good to go write right? WRONG. My eyes keep drifting to some show about midgets. I don't care or do I..... Cant concentrate, move to the dining room. I like the table, it is over 100 years old. I is at the head of an oval table, if you can sit at the head. The only chair with arms and get a few lines in. Then my mind drifts to the table, I am at the head. Like King Arthur, I have a great idea for an Arthur story but must push that back. I can still hear the TV so I put music on and get a bit more done. I get more done there than anywhere but have wasted an hour just moving around. I refuse to go to a coffee shop or anything like that away from my home though. I hate hipsters, yes it is my prejudice but I hate people sitting in coffee shops working on a novel or screen play. I couldn't make it in L.A

Writing is a dying art. Maybe not writing I mean everything needs written. TV, video games, movies all things entertaining need written BUT novels? People and I don't know how they do it or why are moving to things like Kindles. Or online comics, half the joy I get from reading is holding a book in the bath tub. Ya I like to bath make your gay jokes! Or going in book stores reading the backs of books to see what catches my eye. And the electronic media is killing this! Bring back books.

Publishing is a pain too! After getting on twitter I get it. There has to be a million people trying to get published. So I get it, publishers cant look at every manuscript. But even agents seem hard to come by. MOST known comic studios wont even look at your ideas. So how does one get a foot in the door? My goal if I ever have the chance it to create a publishing house that gives everyone a chance. I know this is a pipe dream but don't crush it! I am VERY interested in Channillo and any writer who does see this should look into it!

Anyway enough bitching. I have to do some real writing but to all you writers I know the struggles!

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